Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 10 — Chapter 34
RV 10 34.1
प्रावेपा मा बृहतो मादयन्ति प्रवातेजा इरिणे वर्वृतानाः । सोमस्येव मौजवतस्य भक्षो विभीदको जागृविर् मह्यम् अच्छान्
prāvepā mā bṛhato mādayanti pravātejā iriṇe varvṛtānāḥ | somasyeva maujavatasya bhakṣo vibhīdako jāgṛvir mahyam acchān
The dangling ones of the tall (tree) delight me, born in the wind, rolling on the dice-ground. Like a draught of soma from Mūjavat, the wakeful vibhīdaka nut has pleased me.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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SPRUNG from tall trees on windy heights, these rollers transport me as they turn upon the table. Dearer to me the die that never slumbers than the deep draught of Mujavan's own Soma.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.2
न मा मिमेथ न जिहीऴ एषा शिवा सखिभ्य उत मह्यम् आसीत् । अक्षस्याहम् एकपरस्य हेतोर् अनुव्रताम् अप जायाम् अरोधम्
na mā mimetha na jihīḻa eṣā śivā sakhibhya uta mahyam āsīt | akṣasyāham ekaparasya hetor anuvratām apa jāyām arodham
She did not wrangle with me, she was not angry; she was kind to my friends and to me. For the sake of a die, one too many, I thrust away my devoted wife.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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She never vexed me nor was angry with me, but to my friends and me was ever gracious. For the die's sake, whose single point is final, mine own devoted wife I alienated.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.3
द्वेष्टि श्वश्रूर् अप जाया रुणद्धि न नाथितो विन्दते मर्डितारम् । अश्वस्येव जरतो वस्न्यस्य नाहꣳ विन्दामि कितवस्य भोगम्
dveṣṭi śvaśrūr apa jāyā ruṇaddhi na nāthito vindate marḍitāram | aśvasyeva jarato vasnyasya nāhaṁ vindāmi kitavasya bhogam
The mother-in-law hates (me), the wife pushes (me) away; the man in need finds no one to show him pity. "I find no use in a gambler, as none in an old horse for sale."
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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My wife holds me aloof, her mother hates me: the wretched man finds none to give him comfort. As of a costly horse grown old and feeble, I find not any profit of the gamester.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.4
अन्ये जायाम् परि मृशन्त्य् अस्य यस्यागृधद् वेदने वाज्य् अ१क्षः । पिता माता भ्रातर एनम् आहुर् न जानीमो नयता बद्धम् एतम्
anye jāyām pari mṛśanty asya yasyāgṛdhad vedane vājy a1kṣaḥ | pitā mātā bhrātara enam āhur na jānīmo nayatā baddham etam
Others handle the wife of him whose property the strong die has coveted. Father, mother and brothers say of him: "We do not know him; lead this man away bound."
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Others caress the wife of him whose riches the die hath coveted, that rapid courser: Of him speak father, mother, brothers saying, We know him not: bind him and take him with you.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.5
यद् आदीध्ये न दविषाण्य् एभिः परायद्भ्यो ऽव हीये सखिभ्यः । न्युप्ताश् च बभ्रवो वाचम् अक्रतꣳ एमीद् एषाꣳ निष्कृतꣳ जारिणीव
yad ādīdhye na daviṣāṇy ebhiḥ parāyadbhyo 'va hīye sakhibhyaḥ | nyuptāś ca babhravo vācam akratam̐ emīd eṣāṁ niṣkṛtaṁ jāriṇīva
When I consider, "I will not gamble with these," I am left behind by my friends as they go off; but when the brown ones, thrown down, have raised their voice, I go straight to their meeting-place like a woman to her lover.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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When I resolve to play with these no longer, my friends depart from me and leave me lonely. When the brown dice, thrown on the board, have rattled, like a fond girl I seek the place of meeting.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.6
सभाम् एति कितवः पृच्छमानो जेष्यामीति तन्वा३ शूशुजानः । अक्षासो अस्य वि तिरन्ति कामम् प्रतिदीव्ने दधत आ कृतानि
sabhām eti kitavaḥ pṛcchamāno jeṣyāmīti tanvā3 śūśujānaḥ | akṣāso asya vi tiranti kāmam pratidīvne dadhata ā kṛtāni
The gambler goes to the assembly hall, asking (himself), "I shall win!"—swelling with his body. The dice run counter to his desire, assigning the winning throws to his opponent at play.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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The gamester seeks the gambling-house, and wonders, his body all afire, Shall I be lucky? Still do the dice extend his eager longing, staking his gains against his adversary.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.7
अक्षास इद् अङ्कुशिनो नितोदिनो निकृत्वानस् तपनास् तापयिष्णवः । कुमारदेष्णा जयतः पुनर्हणो मध्वा सम्पृक्ताः कितवस्य बर्हणा
akṣāsa id aṅkuśino nitodino nikṛtvānas tapanās tāpayiṣṇavaḥ | kumāradeṣṇā jayataḥ punarhaṇo madhvā sampṛktāḥ kitavasya barhaṇā
The dice indeed are hooked, piercing, deceitful, burning and made to burn; giving like boys, they strike back the winner; they are smeared with honey through the gambler's strength.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Dice, verily, are armed with goads and driving-hooks, deceiving and tormenting, causing grievous woe. They give frail gifts and then destroy the man who wins, thickly anointed with the player's fairest good.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.8
त्रिपञ्चाशः क्रीऴति व्रात एषाꣳ देव इव सविता सत्यधर्मा । उग्रस्य चिन् मन्यवे ना नमन्ते राजा चिद् एभ्यो नम इत् कृणोति
tripañcāśaḥ krīḻati vrāta eṣāṁ deva iva savitā satyadharmā | ugrasya cin manyave nā namante rājā cid ebhyo nama it kṛṇoti
Their troop, three times fifty, plays like the god Savitā, whose ordinances are true. They do not bow to the anger even of a mighty man; even a king does homage to them.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Merrily sports their troop, the three-and-fifty, like Savitar the God whose ways are faithful. They bend not even to the mighty's anger: the King himself pays homage and reveres them.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.9
नीचा वर्तन्त उपरि स्फुरन्त्य् अहस्तासो हस्तवन्तꣳ सहन्ते । दिव्या अङ्गारा इरिणे न्युप्ताः शीताः सन्तो हृदयꣳ निर् दहन्ति
nīcā vartanta upari sphuranty ahastāso hastavantaṁ sahante | divyā aṅgārā iriṇe nyuptāḥ śītāḥ santo hṛdayaṁ nir dahanti
They roll downward, they leap up; handless, they overcome the man with hands. Heavenly coals strewn on the gaming-ground, though cold, they burn out the heart.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Downward they roll, and then spring quickly upward, and, handless, force the man with hands to serve them. Cast on the board, like lumps of magic charcoal, though cold themselves they bum the heart to ashes.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.10
जाया तप्यते कितवस्य हीना माता पुत्रस्य चरतः क्व स्वित् । ऋणावा बिभ्यद् धनम् इच्छमानो ऽन्येषाम् अस्तम् उप नक्तम् एति
jāyā tapyate kitavasya hīnā mātā putrasya carataḥ kva svit | ṛṇāvā bibhyad dhanam icchamāno 'nyeṣām astam upa naktam eti
The gambler's wife, abandoned, is tormented, and the mother of the son who roams—where is he? Indebted, afraid, wanting wealth, he goes by night to the house of others.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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The gambler's wife is left forlorn and wretched: the mother mourns the son who wanders homeless. In constant fear, in debt, and seeking riches, he goes by night unto the home of others.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.11
स्त्रियꣳ दृष्ट्वाय कितवꣳ ततापान्येषाꣳ जायाꣳ सुकृतꣳ च योनिम् । पूर्वाह्णे अश्वान् युयुजे हि बभ्रून् सो अग्नेर् अन्ते वृषलः पपाद
striyaṁ dṛṣṭvāya kitavaṁ tatāpānyeṣāṁ jāyāṁ sukṛtaṁ ca yonim | pūrvāhṇe aśvān yuyuje hi babhrūn so agner ante vṛṣalaḥ papāda
It pained the gambler to see the woman, the wife of others and their well-made home. For in the early morning he harnessed the brown horses (the dice), and at the end (of it), he, the wretch, fell beside the fire.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Sad is the gambler when he sees a matron, another's wife, and his well-ordered dwelling. He yokes the brown steeds in the early morning, and when the fire is cold sinks down an outcast.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.12
यो वः सेनानीर् महतो गणस्य राजा व्रातस्य प्रथमो बभूव । तस्मै कृणोमि न धना रुणध्मि दशाहम् प्राचीस् तद् ऋतꣳ वदामि
yo vaḥ senānīr mahato gaṇasya rājā vrātasya prathamo babhūva | tasmai kṛṇomi na dhanā ruṇadhmi daśāham prācīs tad ṛtaṁ vadāmi
To him who is your leader, the king who became the first of the great company, the troop—to him I make (homage); I do not withhold wealth. I hold out my ten (fingers) forward: this truth I speak.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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To the great captain of your mighty army, who hath become the host's imperial leader, To him I show my ten extended fingers: I speak the truth. No wealth am I withholding.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.13
अक्षैर् मा दीव्यः कृषिम् इत् कृषस्व वित्ते रमस्व बहु मन्यमानः । तत्र गावः कितव तत्र जाया तन् मे वि चष्टे सवितायम् अर्यः
akṣair mā dīvyaḥ kṛṣim it kṛṣasva vitte ramasva bahu manyamānaḥ | tatra gāvaḥ kitava tatra jāyā tan me vi caṣṭe savitāyam aryaḥ
Do not play with dice; plough your ploughland! Take pleasure in what you have, thinking it much. There are your cows, gambler, there your wife—this Savitā, the noble lord, reveals to me.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Play not with dice: no, cultivate thy corn-land. Enjoy the gain, and deem that wealth sufficient. There are thy cattle there thy wife, O gambler. So this good Savitar himself hath told me.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 34.14
मित्रꣳ कृणुध्वꣳ खलु मृऴता नो मा नो घोरेण चरताभि धृष्णु । नि वो नु मन्युर् विशताम् अरातिर् अन्यो बभ्रूणाम् प्रसितौ न्व् अस्तु
mitraṁ kṛṇudhvaṁ khalu mṛḻatā no mā no ghoreṇa caratābhi dhṛṣṇu | ni vo nu manyur viśatām arātir anyo babhrūṇām prasitau nv astu
Make friendship, be gracious to us indeed; do not assail us with dread violence. Let your anger and hostility settle down elsewhere; let another be in the snare of the brown (dice).
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Make me your friend: show us some little mercy. Assail us not with your terrific fierceness. Appeased be your malignity and anger, and let the brown dice snare some other captive.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)